Flames and Ice Then Nothing

Brianna R Duffin

Flames fall from the sky. They bounce off my skin, hard and fast. The colors are just like a sunrise- melted gold, sensualized red, burnt orange, flowery yellow, touches of white, tinges of blue- as they explode across the barren soil. Rain leaps from one place to another, swirling through the air and closing off all of the universe outside the hurricane from all of me, trapped under its rage. The flames are pouring from the sky, shooting stars so angered by the nature of the wishes they’re burdened with that they just had to shoot down to earth and burst those…